💯 STORY CHALLENGE
Old Cape Cold
№ 4 of 💯 — If you’re fond of snow drifts and icy air
I’m sitting on my sofa, toasty in a t-shirt, taking in the panorama outside our picture-windows.
A recent tree removal, devastating but necessary, has left me looking at gray Cape Cod clapboard covered in the frozen remnants of last night’s storm.
This morning’s sky is a chameleon of my icy neighborhood, as ashen as a fireless Tom Vincent.
The woman across the street shovels her driveway while her wife slides their two dogs across the iced-over street, urging morning ablutions that will not come. One of my besties, bundled up like a toddler, scrapes the snow and ice off of his SUV.
A robin shivers on the railing of my terrace, probably thinking, “where the fuck is my oak tree?”
I think about going out to to help, you know, be neighborly and all.
But, damn, this hot coffee tastes so good.
Besides, they’re almost done.
